Here's another chapter! Sorry it took long. I was going to post it yesterday but I didn't have internet.
Subject: Me again.
Dear Sherlock, I've been talking to my therapist. She said I shouldn't be surprised that you haven't replied to my many E-mails in the last few months. She said I should ask how you are, but nicely. So... How are things, Sherlock?
Best possible wishes ever, John
Dear John, tell me when you say "THE END" so definitively as you did five months and two weeks ago, What do you mean? And why can't you stick to it?
Best wishes back, Sherlock
There are some things I see differently today. And Also my curiosity about you improves the air around my lonely, empty flat with a single bed and bare walls.
What?! Have you moved out, John? Have you and Mary separated?
Yes. She's trying to salvage what she can and I'm thinking if there is anything that can be salvaged.
PS. I'd love to know how you are. Can't you tell me anything? Give me some hints at least!
Hint one: I've had a cold again. Hint two: I have only three weeks on my own. Hint three: Gregory- Greg is coming and staying.
Congratulations, Sherlock! And truly deserved. I'm referring to Greg, of course.
Best regards, John
Hello John. You'd be asleep by now. I think it's three of four in the morning. John, I have something to say. Writing to you, now that I've seen you, is intolerable. Every word that is spoken has your voice. I really thought it was over that night you wrote "THE END". I wrote us off, I tried to delete you from my mind palace. But I better stop writing now, the wine is strong. Twenty days for you and then my new life with Greg will start. And now, what the hell, I'm going to send you a kiss. I can see your lips. I can touch you, now. Please excuse my E-mails like this, I'm slightly drunk, not very but somewhat. So I'll stop. Finished. Send. THE END.
Yours Sherlock
Sorry It's short but my computer's acting shit lately and this is as much as I could upload. Hope you enjoy it!